All posts by Blizzard of Jozzsh

Taller than Glenn Danzig, but shorter than a funeral doom LP. Lover of riffs and cheesy horror films. Hot wing connoisseur. Follow on X if you want: @blzzrdofjozzsh

Plasmodulated – An Ocean Ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell Review

An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell: the title of Plasmodulated’s debut full-length AND, if you can believe it, Old Man Hotz’ exact nickname in college. While fitting descriptors for each, it’s also what

Drawn And Quartered – Lord Of Two Horns Review

I should have reviewed this thing a few weeks ago, but better late than never.  I’m not perfect.  Stop judging me.  Wait, were you foaming at the mouth for another Blizzard of Jozzsh review? That’s

Fer De Lance – Fires On The Mountainside Review

The Second City: home to the sad, sad American football franchise, the Chicago Bears.  The funny thing about Bears fans is that they’re always living in 1985–the year and season coinciding with their legendary defense

Valdrin – Apex Violator Review

Fantasy is escapism. Like dirt and rot below our feet, metal and fantasy are symbiotic. Works of fiction, imaginary realms, allow us to detach ourselves from the often-discouraging sites of reality. Whether it’s the dark

Diamonds & Rust: Darkthrone’s Panzerfaust Celebrates 30 Years Of Triumphant Gleaming

Pardon the somewhat philosophical question, but why do we yearn for artists to return to the familiar vision, or in this case, sound, that we often associate with the pinnacles of their careers? Now, that

Hexerei – Realms….. Review

I debated busting out my nonexistent cloak for this one, but I’ve instead decided to keep this one a dark comedy. Evil, yet light-hearted, ya know?   Here, in the great Midwest, the storms and

Teitanblood – From The Visceral Abyss Review

So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in

Throne – That Who Sat Upon Him, Was Death Review

There’s an old Cherokee proverb my grandma used to paraphrase: Inside each of us, there are two wolves. One is evil, representing anger, envy, greed, arrogance, resentment, lies, and ego. The other is good, representing